Page 64 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
“I love you too much to break your trust like that.Plus, Mr.Pearson spoke about picking my battles, and Lily told me I needed to even the playing field—” His lips crashed on hers suddenly.She squeaked in surprise as he backed her into one of the benches.They went toppling down, her back against a wide leather bench, him clambering over her.He tossed her legs around his waist before scooping her face up in his palms.Like she was oxygen and he was suffocating, he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.Their tongues danced, teeth clashing as he moaned into her mouth.
“Say it again,” he panted, pulling back.
“Even the playing field?”She gasped for air, laughing nervously.
“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head.“You love me?”
“I love you,” she confessed, tugging him in for another kiss.The muffled sounds of fireworks and people cheering were nothing to the sounds of him whimpering her name as he kissed all over her face.
“I love you, too.”He kissed her cheek.“I love you so much, Cassie.I love you so much that I went into heat twice, and I...I...well...”
“No,” she scoffed, looking down, and sure enough, his pants were tented.“Elliot Bonesaw, you’ve got to stop doing that!”
“I can’t help it!Not with you, not when you’re wearing that dress and telling me you love me with that breathy voice and definitely not when my girl is draped across a bench, legs wrapped around me, and dressed in red.Something instinctual, I guess.”He grinned cheekily, kissing her until there was no air in her lungs.
Cass had to peel him from her.Pushing against his shoulders to keep his focus on her eyes and not on where his mouth could go next.Not like she didn’twantthat, but she needed an answer.“Elliot, are you really in heat again?”
“Uh—well, probably not.But I’ve definitely got a knot...if you want it.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes.“What a silly question, Elliot Bonesaw.When have I notwantedyour knot?”
He dove in and she let him.She pulled him in, kissing him hungrily.His hands fumbled with tugging her underwear down, detangling them just long enough to tuck the fabric into his pants pocket.He barely had his belt undone and pants unzipped before she dove her hands in and grabbed ahold of his cock.Elliot did, indeed, have a knot.Full and heavy in her hands as she tugged him closer.This time, she didn’t care if he split her in half or if anyone found them here.All she wanted was her big hearted, goofy Minotaur and she wanted his knot deep inside her.
Elliot buried himself in her, spreading her wide with little hesitation.A hot, searing stretch filled her core.She yelped his name.He kissed it better, spreading his affection down her throat.“That’s my girl.”
She was goo, limp and warm in his hands as he thrust in her sharply.Dragging himself back out slowly before ramming deep into her.Stars filled the backside of her eyelids.Back arched, mouth hung open, hands clawing up his horns, she was ready to burst already.Elliot breathed her name in her ear and her toes curled.His teeth nipped at her jugular and her thighs trembled.Then he sharply thrust into her one more time, and she was gone.Cass shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm quieted by massive cracks of fireworks and screaming fans outside the building.Elliot’s knot snapped into place.Warmth spilled inside her, her body shivering in tempo with Elliot’s.
His hands slapped against the bench above her head and he grunted, “Damn.”
“What?”Her arms fell off the sides of the bench.
“We’ve still gotta limp to the car through all those crowds,” He sank as best he could against her while his knot was still embedded deep inside her.
“Mmm, is my Minotaur tired?Gotta work on your stamina,” she teased, wiggling her shoulders suggestively.
“Oh, if my girl doesn’t think I’m not about to throw her in my bed and give her the back-to-back she complained she didn’t get during my heat, she’s got another thing coming.I hope your stamina can keep up, baby, because I’m about to breed you all night long.”He beamed, slipping from her and tucking himself away.“I was just whining about my tired hooves.My cock’s still got all the stamina in the world.”
Cass tossed her head back, laughing from deep in the belly despite the ache and stitch in her sides.Elliot whisked her panties back on her and hoisted her off the bench.She stumbled like a newborn deer after him as he charged through the building.It seemed all it took was a word and her boundless energy boyfriend was energized again.Because he carted her through the locker room, up into the arena, out through the crowds that he practically ignored in an Elliot Bonesaw waywhere he still waved and gave people a pair of finger guns.They got to the truck and before they’d even hit the first light, she saw his slacks tent and his cock form against his thigh.It shouldn’t make butterflies in her belly, but there was something so viciously attractive about a partner who couldn’t hide it.And, of course, true to his word every time, Elliot ripped her from the truck and tossed her in his bed.
She barely hit the comforter before he was between her legs.Panties dangling from his horns, most of his clothes haphazardly removed, he was right back where he had been before—driving her into a blissful oblivion, praying her name, and praising his girl for how well she took his cock.Legs aching, hair a mess, warm cum dribbling out of her, she took his knot twice more that night before the lights went out...and her Minotaur finally lost steam.
Cassiopeia Darling wasn’t sure when she passed out, but she knew when she woke up in his arms, tangled in sticky skin and fur, that she’d never want anything else.She’d gotten what she needed...everything she wanted...and she couldn’t be happier.
Had someone told her a few months ago that she’d find her true happiness in the arms of the himbo Minotaur she was tasked to write about for a shot of fame...she’d laugh.Cassiopeia would have died cackling at the thought that one day she’d be in love with Elliot Bonesaw.And yet, here she was, silencing their alarms and snuggling down into his arms, enjoying the scent of the field, sex, and deodorant on him.
There was still a full season to go, and she still had to figure out how they worked logistically, housing or otherwise...but what a wonderful problem to have.
Chapter twenty-nine
Getting an invite to dinner
Elliot
~Two weeks later~
“I’mgoingtogeta jog in, you want anything from the coffee shop?”Elliot fixed the sweatbands around his wrists before taking the last chug of his pre-workout.
“Oh, yes please, could I get a latte?Can you get whatever chocolate or caramel flavor they have?”Cassie chirped from his couch.She’d spread out all the papers for his final piece and was running through edits.He wasn’t allowed to look, despite the fact she’d filled his living room with the piece.Apparently it was bad luck, but he knew better.Cassiopeia Darling wanted the piece to be perfect, and if he read it early, she might not get the reaction she wanted.And if he gave the wrong squint, she might scrap everything.For all her other pieces, it was fine, because she would ask him what it was he was eyeing and she’d fix it.She appreciated his commentary on the pieces about the game or about Renner, but he knew his girl well enough.This one truly meant something to her, so ithadto be perfect.
